No Sickness of the City

No Sickness of the City

It was sunset lone

The sky deep orange, and the birds lined

For homecoming, and lazily they gleamed.

 

Thirteen peasants angling, their eyes fixed to baits,

And beside half a dozen half-naked children dirtying in the sand,

And their mothers hurriedly untying the cattle-knots.

 

Yonder the forest looked dark and gloom,

Two or three foxes squirmed past the maze field,

And now and then peacocks’ call brazened the ears.

 

No pain, no grief or suffering,

No sickness of the city,

Here all quiet and serene!

This Post Has 4 Comments

  1. It’s indeed a beautiful poem expressing the incredible beauties of a country side and the mental conditions of the tired peasents who are returning back to their destinations.

    1. thank you Pranab for reading the poem. and your words do express the beauty of the country people too.

  2. No pain, no grief or suffering,
    No sickness of the city,
    Here all quiet and serene!

    Very realistic approach.. Too good sir…

    1. Thank you Ankita. Love to hear so from a reader like you.

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